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“It’s an ice cube I think thatit clean”
“You never keep it clean”
“You’re right” He grazed the cube oversmall circles around it, as the droplets spilled over the ainst ue soaked up the moisture My insides rioted in that crazy-wicked way thatwith him
But I held on to the desire welling within me
The tip of the cube traced the undersides of roove between e, down to my belly My flesh quivered
I gasped “Dane”
“You like this”
“What’s not to like? I’ ice”
He sucked up the pool in the indentation of o lower” Thecube skimmed my nearly bare mound, then skated over my slick folds
Exhilaration rippled through me “Oh, God”
Two of his fingers slipped insidewith the ice The fiery sensation collided with the crisp one and I cried out
My back arched and he caughtdeep A moan fell from my parted lips
Dane ht in and—”
“Yes God, yes Please”
He groaned “But not yet”